Yves Saint Laurent Page #4

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A real ordeal.

You wouldn't like it at all.

You know, in Oran,

being a f*ggot was like being a criminal.

At Saint Louis...

At Saint Louis, they...

They beat me up.

Locked me in the bathroom. "Fairy!"

I heard them shout "fairy".

I went home bruised all over and...

She didn't protect me.

She didn't protect me.

- Look at me.

- Go away.

I need peace and quiet.

Go now, please.

Go.

Please look at me.

Do you want to live or die?

Because if you want to die,

there's nothing I can do.

Boussac took advantage of your breakdown

to suspend your contract

and have you replaced.

They can't just fire you.

- We'll fight!

- Pierre...

I want to draw, to create in total freedom.

Understand?

With my dresses, with my sketches,

I try to express myself,

but stopping me will kill me.

I'll die of boredom.

You need to rest.

- You're still frail.

- But not you.

You're strong.

We have to open our own fashion house.

I want to live.

But I want to live with you.

Counsellor...

Mr Berg.

You're late.

It's complicated at the moment.

- A drink?

- No, thank you. I'm due in court.

What's this about?

I want to sue Dior for breach of contract.

Boussac behaved miserably.

I want him to pay.

What are you thinking?

700,000 francs in damages.

You realise he's the richest man in France?

Exactly.

Boussac is persuaded we wouldn't dare.

He suspects nothing. It's his weakness.

It wasn't easy.

The Baron is a friend of Roger's.

So listen to them.

Don't get all high and mighty.

Counsellor...

Gentlemen...

Good to see you.

I was just telling the Baron

how much I admire you.

You're very kind.

You don't know fashion.

And haute couture entails huge investments.

Business requires taking risks.

Business isn't Russian roulette.

Indeed.

Gentlemen, our capital here

is Yves Saint Laurent.

His talent.

A psychiatric hospital

is not a great guarantee.

Pardon me?

Today, Mr Berg,

your project seems to me

simply risky.

I hope you don't take it badly.

But one day we may solicit you.

If you say so.

This will never work. There's no leeway.

And it's the least expensive.

I don't know what to do.

Look at this. They said it would stop.

It's the side-effects of the treatment.

That's utter nonsense! Look, clumps!

I'm losing clumps of hair!

What a temper!

No one will invest in you,

but spare me your hair sh*t!

The problem is

you haven't found one red cent!

Two Hamburg whores.

Karl, it's tough enough as it is.

- Sorry, Roger.

- Come to New York.

And do what? Make underwear?

Why not? At the point I'm at...

What is this? It's funny.

Very funny. It's for Zizi Jeanmaire's show.

A man's sweater and black stockings.

Amazing.

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